What do you know about horror?

You don't have to answer.

You still don't know.

I'll tell you.

Behind me was a pine forest, and before my eyes appeared a wide cave whose walls, floor and tops were strewn with blood and torn pieces of human bodies. A most disgusting smell filled my nose, the cadaverous stench of rotting bodies. The dead settled here, their restless souls screamed in a symphonic nightmare orchestra. If souls had eyes, everyone would see their fears.

They could not forget the horror that they saw in the last moments of their existence. In reality, while the rustling of leaves was heard behind my back, only two sounds were heard in front: the noise of a heap of flies and the echo of distant screams, male and female, that came from the very depths of this terrible place.

Do you still want to know about horror?

And you are a daredevil.

You can be proud of yourself...

For the time being.

In that case, let's continue.

Without looking back or to the sides, I boldly stepped forward, ending the lives of the last unfortunates who so desperately clung to their miserable existence. They had no need to cling to them; they no longer needed lives. The fate of the weak is to be a stepping stone for the strong. I don't feel sorry for them, not at all.

Moving forward into the realm of nightmares, I entered pitch darkness. Stepping on the bodies, one could hear the disgusting gurgling and groans of those who were not dead. It seemed that this cave literally consisted of human bodies and was created by some mad creator of flesh, who tore this place out of the very depths of the underworld. I was disgusted to see it, hear it, smell it, and even realize it. This is not my aspect of sin, not my world, alien, forgotten and lost.

Yes, that's what happened.

I lost it.

I thought with annoyance, walking forward until I reached a pit in the middle of which a large scarlet fire was burning. The place rather resembled some kind of arena, only here literally everything consisted of corpses. The fire itself was strewn with bones and only souls and blood burned in its unnatural flame, so no smoke came from the red fire.

From here came the heartbreaking scream of a woman, from whose shoulders blood was gushing with might and main. The man who raped her tore off her hands. He threw one into the fire, and held the other in his teeth, splashing scarlet liquid from it into the unfortunate woman’s face. The man held her by the legs, fucked her hard, growled with anger and lust while she screamed with her last strength, sobbed, cried, looked away to the side, towards her children.

She didn't know what to feel: terrible agony or great pleasure. A tangle of passion and suffering lingered in her lost soul. It would be interesting to know what kind of monster would be born from this ball, but alas, I won’t find out now, that’s not what I’m here for.

The children huddled in the corner under their hanging arms and legs. They could not move, their eyes bulged out, they trembled, quietly whispering “mother” on their lips. Droplets of tears flowed from their eyes and dripped onto the corpses. They are abnormal, they have gone crazy, chaos and horror have taken over their souls, they can no longer be saved. But they could be freed, and I knew how, and therefore, turning my gaze to the naked man who continued to fuck the mother of these children, she loudly called out to him:

"Monrid."

His black hair was mixed with blood. There were clear red patterns on his body, they moved across his body from heel to heel, running away from the sound of my voice. The prince stopped fucking the woman and turned his head towards me, dropping his hand from his teeth. I saw insane surprise on his face. A swollen, blood-stained face, swollen veins all over his body, that’s what appeared before me. It seemed he didn’t believe what he was seeing, but he knew for sure that he couldn’t put his finger on it.

What did he see?

A black robe decorated with golden jewelry and short wheat-colored hair and, of course, red eyes shining in the darkness. He couldn't help but recognize me.

"Reykuta."

The prince hissed as if speechless and the next moment he broke the woman’s legs, turning them inside out.

"a-a-a-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A~!!!!"

The cave was filled with a hellish scream, which instantly stopped when the prince grabbed a knife and cut off her throat. She quickly died, not having time to choke in blood. He dealt her not just one blow, but a whole set, as if her squealing had ingrained itself in the prince’s memory and was irritating him madly.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"

He's gone crazy. He turned into a mad animal thirsting only for blood, violence and copulation. I wouldn’t refuse the last one, but the rest was disgusting to me. He deserved only my contemptuous look from above and nothing more. He is no longer a man, just a pitiful beast, just as stupid, wild and insane.

"What are you doing, Monrid? Shouldn't you be king by now?"

"What?"

He was surprised, crawling on his knees on the corpse carpet. Looking around, he began to gradually come to his senses and whisper madly:

"The king... yes... I am the king. What? What is this place? Huh? Ah... I know... I know... my dream..."

A mad grin spread across the prince's face. He lowered his head down and licked the blood from the bodies, enjoying every drop on his torn tongue. He looked at it all predatorily, as if he were at a luxurious feast that he could only dream of.

"Oh my beautiful dream. Hahahahahahaha~!"

Monrid began to laugh madly while the still barely alive victims clustered away from him and trembled with fear. Naked men, women, old people and children saw a waking nightmare in front of them. They cried, sobbed, begged for mercy, threatened revenge, tried to climb the corpse walls. It was surprising to see people still alive in this place, I thought that Monrid had already dealt with them, but it seems that I overestimated him too much.

These people, this harvest, were prepared especially for him. Mardefay did a good job, bringing such a glorious herd to slaughter, for which he will receive an immense reward from me, the key to the palace of pleasures. Yes, the baron will crawl on his knees, lick my feet for the gift of fame, wealth and tons of various temptations, but now I need to do what I came here for.

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It's time to take back what belongs to me.

"Wake up, Monrid."

"I'm not finished yet."

He groaned, staring at me angrily.

"I'm not done with YOU yet!"

He remembers everything that happened to him, how I took control of his carcass, instilled false memories in him and controlled him like a doll. Yes, it's wonderful to see his embittered face. The boy finally realized what kind of world we live in. You can't trust anyone here, so this world is disgusting to me. It’s a pity he’s completely satisfied with this world.

Pathetic fool.

Before I had time to despise him to the full extent, his barking rang in my ears.

"Who are you really?! Answer me, bitch! I have to know, I'm the king!"

His yapping is disgusting to listen to. He turned out to be more boring than I thought.

“Do you want to know? And don’t rely on it. If you find out, you will greatly regret it.”

"What?"

He exclaimed in surprise and laughed.

"Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha~! Will I regret it?! Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha~! NO! You will regret it! You deceived me! You are no sister to me! YOUR EYES! YOU CURSED! You damn demoness!"

So he guessed it.

I grinned and tilted my head to the side touchingly.

“Wow... how interesting... you guessed it. Oh-oh-oh, how scary it is now. I’m afraid, afraid, what the naked king will do to me. Will he kill? Well, well, try it, a walking misunderstanding.”

I defiantly raised my right palm and instantly formed a white ball of lightning above it, illuminating my part of the cave with a dazzling glow. Lightning sparks sounded and the bodies under my feet began to shake, reacting to the lightning bolts that swept down my body.

Monrid looked at me with hatred and horror at the same time. He hissed from powerlessness, but could not do anything about it. He was absolutely nobody, a complete nonentity, who had lost everything he had achieved and everything he could have inherited.

"Monrid, now you are nobody. You have lost everything: family, loved ones, country and of course me."

"I will rip out your little eyes and shove them down your throat! I will gut your guts and cut you into small pieces! YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME!"

But these words seriously angered me. I clenched my palm and exploded a ball of lightning, causing black roots and burns from terrifying magical energy to spread across my face. It hurt me, but I can’t count how many times I felt this pain, I even learned to enjoy it properly. However, now through it I poured out my anger, my contempt and my weaknesses.

I no longer intended to listen to him babble.

“What did I do to you, huh? Tell me, stupid ogre. I only came to your aid when you needed it so much. You failed in your role and now you are insignificant. You are weak.”

“Shut your mouth! How dare you threaten me?! You will die! Not quickly, but I swear to the gods you will die!”

"Are you finished?"

Monrid angrily threw his dagger at me, but this toothpick only crashed into an invisible barrier and fell back into the meat pit. He screamed, fell to his knees, beat and cut the bodies under his feet. He was furious with his powerlessness and apparently that’s why he ran to one of the victims and killed him with one blow of his fist with a savory sound, breaking all the bones in the unfortunate man’s skull.

"Stop! Don't touch my dad!"

A girl's voice was heard.

Someone tried to stop him, but the muscular prince was quite strong despite the fact that he was out of breath from recent copulation with one of his victims. If he is not stopped, then I will lose him again, and this time forever.

"Don't move, Monrid, I'll give you a chance to atone for your sin."

Hearing my voice, he again directed his gaze in my direction and clenched his fists and asked a question:

"What are you going to do?"

"The doll is not supposed to know this."

Monrid hissed again, his face so red with rage that his head seemed ready to explode.

"BITCH!"

Meanwhile, I looked at the surviving people, emaciated, trembling, struggling in agony and bleeding. There was so much blood, pain, grief and agony here. The god of violence, blood and war would be pleased with this spectacle, but I did not gather this harvest for some gods, but for him, Prince Monrid the cannibal, to release a terrible monster into this world.

"♫ Te'lay'sa ♫! ♫ U'hika lun ♫ Tai'son va'earan ♫..."

A beautiful song sounded from my lips, in harmony with nature itself, its basic nature and with the world itself. Ordinary words are just sound, vibrations of air, but these sounds are special, they vibrate not the air, but reality itself, distorting it beyond recognition, awakening to light the dark forces lurking in the most distant and hidden corners of the universe.

"♫ En’sha’ta ♫ MUR’LAK’TA ♫! ♫RA’E’ATSIAN’LU’CATAN♫!"

"What are you doing?"

Monrid asked with horror in his eyes, but I ignored him, rejoicing at what I was doing with this sinful corner of the world.

I spread my arms to the sides and finished the song with one single human word:

"♫ APPEAR! ♫"

A wave seemed to pass through the body of everyone living in this corner of the world, a strange temptation, just some reminder that their old decrepit world really meant nothing against the true forces of the universe.

I WAS EXCITED!

Cracks began to appear from the air, and scarlet energy poured out of them like a haze, the intoxication of the demonic universe. I call it “a true blessing.” It was absorbed into the bodies of the dead and the living, distorting them and breaking bones. The dead came to life, and those barely alive died and came to life again. The carpet of bodies grew together, the blood evaporated, hardened into sinuous red roots, as if a crazy, uncontrollable wave was growing through everything living and inanimate.

The corpses began to move, the mass of flesh gathered into something huge and monstrous. Faces moved across the bodies, claws, teeth, tongues, eyes grew from the hands and feet; this something was both solid and liquid. The skin changed color from natural to red, blue, yellow and green. It doesn’t yet understand who it wants to be, but that’s not scary, then it realizes who it needs to become.

The people huddled in the corners screamed, trying to run away from the monster, but when they inhaled the scarlet veil with their mouths, they began to suffocate. They, clutching the throats of the fallen, scratched themselves, their voices were distorted, seemed inhuman, squeaky and low. One man, covered in blood, tried to climb up, crawling out of the hole, he looked up straight at me and asked with a fearful and pleading look:

“For what?! I’m not guilty of anything! I’m just a carpenter! I don’t want to die! WHAT’S HAPPENING?! I BEG FOR MERCY!”

A pitiful human life meant nothing to me. A tentacle that emerged from the pit enveloped the body of this pig and sent it into one of the monster’s thousands of mouths. Like a tsunami, the fangs circling in a whirlpool tore him apart, gushing blood and guts in all directions. An anatomical choir from the very depths of the underworld enveloped this entire cave with its sound, and the only one who had not yet been touched by this creature was Monrid, who stood in terrible amazement in the midst of this madness and could not comprehend everything that was happening.

The demon collected everything around himself, not only bodies, air and blood, but also feelings: aspirations, desires and fears. It feeds on my pleasures, people's fears, but especially Monrid's thirst for flesh. From the chaos, a creature was reborn that the world had never seen before, and it was he who would bring the final victory in this war.

It’s a pity, of course, that from now on I will have to repay Adam for this gift, otherwise I would face severe punishment from my master. Now I have a chance to fix everything and give Verhane this land, where he will create everything that he wanted and planned. I will fulfill his wishes, I will do everything for his aspirations.

The huge, shapeless creature growled, and from its body came the screams of thousands of people, doomed to experience eternal death throes.

"Behold, Monrid, there is a real demon before you. The horror that you brought gave birth to him, and he considers you your master. You snatched him from the clutches of the underworld and gave him freedom."

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

Monrid screamed with horror and fear.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"You are mine now, Monrid, you will do what I command."

"FUCK YOU!"

“You made a sacrifice to this demon, so command them.”

Still not believing my words, Monrid looked at this formless monster and stammered and tried to give him an order:

"Y-Y-YOU... K-KILL HER!"

~ HER STINK

~I AM FAMILIAR.

~ SCARY!

~ HELP!

~ HELP!!!

Different voices sounded from different faces, women, men, old people, children. A mad chorus of screams, pleas and cries poured out into words generated by the demon and gave Monrid an answer. The prince turned to face me and shouted in horror:

"HE...HE DOESN'T OBEY ME!"

I grinned maliciously in response.

“Of course... why should a demon obey any person at all?”

"A?"

"I won't explain anything to you. You're just food. Goodbye."

"N-no! STOP! DON'T DO THIS! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I-I WANT TO LIVE! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!"

The last thing Monrid saw was my insane grin before the demon's tentacles enveloped him and crushed him like a ripe fruit. The demon did not kill him until that moment only because it fed on his thirst for flesh, but when horror and brief hope replaced this sweet feeling in him, the demon devoured him, and he does not touch me only because a demon whose name is Swidok already lives in me.

The horror will continue, I will enjoy it.